Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

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I can’t argue with that. My heart soars as I picture summers spent here as a family; all of the memories, the joy and laughter…

Maybe more children will fill these walls, too. Although the thought of having more kids with Arthur makes me blush.

After we unpack, a ranch hand offers to take us on a tour of the farm. Miles is beside himself with joy as we visit the chicken coop,

the gardens, and the barn where a litter of kittens has recently been born.

Watching my son’s face light up with each new discovery, I feel a lump form in my throat. This is what I used to dream about-

bringing our children to this special place, sharing our love of nature and simplicity with them.

Back before everything fell apart, before Selina, before… everything.

And now, against all odds, that dream is finally coming true.

“You okay?” Arthur asks quietly, noticing me discreetly wipe away a tear as Miles giggles at a chicken pecking near his feet.

I nod, unable to find the words to express what I’m feeling. Arthur seems to understand anyway. He wraps an arm around my

waist and pulls me against his side, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Why here?” I ask softly.

Arthur is quiet for a moment before he responds, “You’ve been working so hard lately, and I thought… Maybe we both needed a

reminder of where we started. Before all of this.”

I tilt my head.

“I loved you before I knew you were a Willford,” he says simply. “Before I knew you might be a werewolf. And I wanted to remind you of that, just in case you forgot.” He grins. “Besides, Miles is still little, and I wanted to have our first family vacation before

he has to go off to school.”

My throat tightens at the thought of Miles starting kindergarten soon. It’s a bittersweet thought, but I push it away for now, just wanting to focus on our vacation. I lean up to kiss Arthur and murmur against his lips, “Thank you for doing this.”

He returns the kiss, hands gently tugging me closer by the waist. When we pull back, I’m a little breathless, not necessarily from the kiss, but from how fast my heart is pumping with excitement. “Now,” he says, “are you ready for our first official family

activity?”

“Arthur…”